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Disclaimer: I don't actually know much about Marquette, where this takes place, so I kinda just made stuff up about it :) Also I don't own Supernatural etc etc. Hope you enjoy!

John

To the parent(s) of Samuel and Dean Winchester,

The time has come for the first semester parent-teacher conferences, held at Sandy Knoll School on Janurary 11, from 11am to 7pm. You are encouraged to attend, so your student(s)' teachers can have a chance to talk to you about what goes on in the classroom. We look forward to your attendance!

*For more information, please contact the Marquette Board of Education

Sincerely,

Heather Edger

President, Marquette Board Of Education

John Winchester glared at the foreign-looking slip of yellow paper in his hands. He hadn't seen one of these since his senior year in high school when, as he remembered all too clearly, his mother had come home and started crying about how she couldn't bear to see him going off to the Marines. That had been the last time he had anything to do with a school conference.

John had gotten the invitation in the mail only minutes before Sammy and Dean came home together, and he had to hide his horrified expression at the realization that he would have to go. They had moved to Marquette for a hunting job, but it was the middle of winter so they had been there since September before getting snowed in. It was bad enough that John tried not to go to anything like this, but the teachers would want to meet him, especially after four months.

Sam and Dean went to Sandy Knoll School, a K-8 public school where Sammy (4th grade) and Dean (8th grade) could be together but apart. It was one of the first times that Sam and Dean had gone to school and not been put in a classroom together, and now, four months later, they were just becoming used to that fact. John was glad to see that they were no longer so attached to each other, but at the same time he was concerned that they would become attached to people from the area, making it harder to leave.

"So what's for dinner?"

John nearly jumped back as he looked up to see Dean standing in front of him. He must have come up when John was thinking. Stupid.

Trying to look chill, John shrugged. Dean was almost 13 now. He was in the middle of a growth spurt and, though he was still short, he was catching up to John. Slowly. Puberty was doing good things for him.

"Check the fridge." John told him, moving over to the table in the kitchen. They had been renting an apartment (which was a first), and though it had cost more than the usual motel, John had decided that the boys could use something halfway decent for once. He told them not to get used to it.

Dean went over to the full-sized white fridge in the corner of the tiny kitchen. He looked inside and threw a glare at John before pulling out an empty egg container. And milk.

"I'm taking Sammy to the place up the road." Pause. "I got some money from a job I worked a few weeks ago." He looked a little reluctant to tell John that, and for good reasoning. John was instantly suspicious.

"What job?" He asked a little harshly.

"I mowed some lawns. I needed money for Sam." Dean murmured. He refused to meet John's eyes, and instead went to his and Sam's room to grab his brother. They left the apartment without another word.

John looked to the door that Sammy had shut so carefully and then down at the paper in his hand. The 11th was only two days away. Who know how the boys were doing. Honestly, John didn't really care. They were probably enjoying their time off the job. He sighed and went to look for something to eat.

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